"Even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!" A trace of blood oozes from the corner of Wen Tailai's mouth, obviously out of anger, which caused the injury.
Song Qingshu laughed for a while, then turned and left gracefully.
After leaving the sky prison, Song Qingshu specifically consulted with Duolong and asked him to delay the handover of the patrolling guards.
Duo Long hesitated: "Brother Song, try not to kill those guards when the time comes, brothers all have families..."
"Don't worry, brother, although I'm not merciful, I don't want to kill more people." Song Qingshu gave Duolong a surprise look.
After nightfall, Song Qingshu put on the night clothes specially prepared by Duolong, quietly knocked down the guards at the gate of the dungeon, breathed out quietly, and rushed in with lightness kung fu.
The members of the Red Flower Society received Song Qingshu's hint during the day, and kept recharging their energy to watch the outside. Suddenly, they only felt a light smoke flash in front of them, and all the Tartar guards fell to the ground. When they saw clearly that it was Song Qingshu, Everyone was horrified.
"Time is running out, change your clothes and follow me." Song Qingshu searched the guards, took out the keys and threw them into their respective rooms, and casually threw several sets of guard uniforms at the door.
While several people were in a hurry to change their clothes, Song Qingshu quietly came to Yu Yutong's side, and asked in a low voice: "How are you thinking? This is the last chance. If you miss this time, if you want to deal with Wen Tailai without any flaws again." , it's not that easy."
Yu Yutong had already been calm, unmoved, and said coldly: "Your Excellency, you don't need to say too much, for the sake of saving us, I won't tell the rest of the leaders of the Red Flower Society about your proposal, so you can do it yourself." .”
Song Qingshu shook his head regretfully, thinking in his heart: Without Yu Yutong, the best scapegoat, it would be hard for me to hide Wen Tailai from others...
Thinking of Luo Bing's mature and charming body, Song Qingshu suppressed the urge to attack Wen Tailai, and laughed in his heart: "When a person has great power, he really can't help but put some evil thoughts in his heart into action. Is it? In this world where the strong are respected, it is difficult for a man to restrain himself... "
"Thank you Song Shaoxia, Gao Yi, for helping me out. We will explain all the misunderstandings to Mr. Chen when we go out." The fat Zhao Banshan pulled the buttons on his clothes, barely buttoning up the guard uniform. But looking at the tight buckle rope, Song Qingshu even suspected that the other party's sneeze could break the clothes on his body inch by inch.
"Hmph!" Wen Tailai, who was at the side, couldn't tell because he subconsciously didn't want others to know about his deal with Song Qingshu.
"Come with me, calm down later, don't panic when you meet patrolling guards, the dungeon is robbed, no one will find out for a while." Song Qingshu also took off his outer night clothes, revealing a body of guards , took the lead and walked out.
The three of them followed him around seven times and eight times, and finally came to the Purple Chapter 121 to plot
At a secluded place on the outer wall of the Forbidden City, Song Qingshu pointed to the outside of the wall and said in a deep voice: "Song will send you here, and you can leave the palace after climbing over this wall.
"A friendly reminder, don't come back after going out. Although I don't know how you tricked Patriarch Sunflower out of the palace, but he came back soon. You can't even beat me, let alone him. "
Zhao Banshan and the others nodded, looking at the several feet high outer wall, they couldn't help showing embarrassment: "We don't have any tools in our hands at this time. We may not be able to climb such a high wall."
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, looking at the several feet high outer wall of the Forbidden City, he suddenly realized: the Forbidden City must have taken precautions against those high-ranking people from all walks of life at the beginning of its establishment, so the palace wall was built so majestic...
"Okay, I'll take you out." Song Qingshu said speechlessly, murmuring in his heart: Is it easy to be both a father and a mother? Fortunately, it was two beauties seeking each other...
Song Qingshu supported Zhao Banshan's shoulders and used his internal strength to jump up. Unexpectedly, he underestimated his weight and was a little exhausted halfway through the jump.
"Fatty Zhao, you really have to lose weight, you really think of yourself as a Maitreya Buddha." Song Qingshu sweated secretly after putting him down.
"I'm used to this body." With Zhao Banshan's laughter, his fat body began to shake, "Who is the friend Song Shaoxia mentioned earlier?"
"Your Excellency will know in the future." Song Qingshu didn't answer, jumped up and turned into the palace again.
"Send Fourteenth Brother out first." Seeing Song Qingshu reaching out to grab his shoulder, Wen Tailai took a step back and said.
Song Qingshu gave him a suspicious look, grabbed Yu Yutong and jumped out. Compared to Zhao Banshan, Yu Yutong could be said to be as light as a swallow, and Song Qingshu sent him out without much effort.
"Fourth Master Wen, come on, I'll send you out. Although Mr. Song is not a gentleman, since he promised to send you out, he will naturally keep his promise. You don't have to worry about me secretly harming you." Song Qingshu knew that his face was full of vigilance. I had gone too far before.
"Even if you send me out today, Wen won't accept this favor, and will definitely try everything to kill you in the future." Wen Tailai's eyes were full of hatred.
"Kill it, kill it, even a man can't stand the hatred of taking his wife." Seeing Wen Tailai's angry expression, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo, and seemed to see his own shadow in him, and his heart softened. "Fourth Master Wen can take his wife away and fly to a place where Song can't find it. In that case, the gift book in Song's hand is just a piece of waste paper."
"Thank you for reminding me." Wen Tailai sneered.
"I don't know where my cheap wife is now. I didn't deliberately hide my name here in Manqing. It stands to reason that she should have come to me long ago. Chapter 121
It's revenge. "Song Qingshu supported Wen Tailai to jump up, and suddenly thought of Zhou Zhiruo and the various amorous feelings of that night.
There was a sharp pain between the ribs, Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, waved his hand and slapped it to the side, only to hear a muffled groan, Song Qingshu couldn't control his figure and fell down.
Just now, Wen Tailai pressed the powerful Benlei Palm between Song Qingshu's ribs, and jumped to the top of the palace wall with the help of the counter-shock force. Just as he was about to make up for it with a condescending palm, he suddenly saw a group of guards heading towards him not far away. Come here.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Tailai thought that Luo Bing must be anxiously waiting for his news outside. Anyway, Song Qingshu used his full strength to beat the thunder palm.
Seeing the disappearing figure of the other party, Song Qingshu stood up unsteadily, secretly hating in his heart, just now Wen Tailai paralyzed himself with the attitude of going all out with him in the future, who knew that the other party was thinking of immediate revenge, coupled with Song Qingshu thought of Zhou Zhiruo's loss of consciousness for a moment, that's why he was attacked by Wen Tailai, whose martial arts were far inferior to his own.
"Ben Lei's palm breaks the stele and cracks the stone. It really deserves its reputation." Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that if he hadn't had magical powers to protect his body, he might have died in Huangquan. People started.
Hearing the voice of the guards nearby, Song Qingshu didn't want his real situation to be known by everyone, so he forced his true energy and staggered towards his courtyard.
When Luo Bing saw Song Qingshu, he was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to help him: "Why did you suffer such a serious injury? Brother Wen and the others, have they been rescued?"
Song Qingshu didn't answer what she said, but instead looked around the room, frowning and asked, "Qing... where is Mrs. Yuan? And where is the girl from the Li family?"
"As soon as you left in the morning, sister Yuan Zhi went out of the palace. She said that she could find a relationship to save the fourth brother and the fourteenth brother. As for Mrs. Yuan..." Luo Bing said with a somewhat unnatural expression, "She used to She went out soon, and I don't know where she went."
"Oh," Song Qingshu nodded, thinking in his heart: Why is it so unlucky, once he was injured, two trustworthy women were not there, but only the unpredictable Luo Bing was left.
"Fourth Brother Wen, have they been rescued?" Luo Bing asked anxiously.
"Oh, not yet," Song Qingshu lied calmly. At this moment, he dared not say that Wen Tailai had escaped, otherwise the other party would have to revenge and complain when he saw that he was injured.
Luo Bing showed disappointment, "The longer they stay in prison, the more dangerous they will be. Are you sure about saving them?"
"Don't forget that I am the deputy head of the imperial guards now," Song Qingshu couldn't help coughing a few times while talking, "I met an enemy today and got a little injury. When I recover from my injury, I want to save you Husband is not easy? Don't worry, I don't know why, Emperor Kangxi plotted in Chapter 121
The emperor has never had the idea of interrogating them. As long as they are not interrogated, they are still safe in the prison. "
Strange to say, before Luo Bing wished that Song Qingshu would die sooner, but now that he was seriously injured, he wished for him to recover as soon as possible so that he could save her husband.
Picking up the golden sore medicine beside the bed, Luo Bing handed it over: "Here is the golden sore medicine you brought back last night, it works well, try it."
Song Qingshu looked at her pale face due to excessive blood loss, and asked, "How is your injury?"
Thinking of when Xia Qingqing and Li Yuanzhi unbuttoned his clothes to bandage his wounds when he was in a coma before, a blush appeared on Luo Bing's bloodless cheeks, and he replied: "Some skin trauma, it's not a problem."
"I suffered an internal injury, sore medicine is useless." Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the remaining warmth in the quilt, and said, "Since your injury is almost healed, I will use this bed for a while. You If you don't mind, you can also rest on the bed, anyway, I want to heal my wounds, and I don't care about taking advantage of you."
Luo Bing shook his head like a rattle, and said in a hurried tone: "No need, no need, a day's sleep is enough, I happen to be active in the room."
"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight now. They dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I have no time to save you; since you don't have the reward Of course, I won't go to your husband either."
Song Qingshu made false threats and said that it is estimated that the people in the palace will know that the members of the Red Flower Society have been rescued in the near future. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.
"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a coy expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."
Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, Xiao Jing from the Shangshan Supervisor came here, feel free to eat them. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, you don't have to You can make some porridge for me, I don’t know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing.”
Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?”
"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.
"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few snacks from the cabinet, held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Manual to heal his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and smelled a fresh scent of rice from the tip of his nose.
"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly holding a small pot with a handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his burned fingers.
Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly shown by the other party, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger embarrassingly, "That's what my mother taught me since I was a child."
Luo Bing filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside and handed it to him: "You have suffered an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."
Looking at the other party's catkins, which are whiter and tenderer than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu enviously said: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife who can go into battle with a pair of knives and make soup with bare hands when wearing an apron." Soup."
"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lips and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she bear Song Qingshu's straightforward and enthusiastic praise. Of course, everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
"Is this also called frivolity?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged at this moment, thinking that it would be a replacement for those jokes from the previous life
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever had a heart-stirring night in Chapter 122 (Part 1)?"
"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight now. They dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I have no time to save you; since you don't have the reward Of course, I won't go to your husband either."
Song Qingshu made false threats and said that it is estimated that the people in the palace will know that the members of the Red Flower Society have been rescued in the near future. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.
"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a coy expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."
Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, Xiao Jing from the Shangshan Supervisor came here, feel free to eat them. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, you don't have to You can make some porridge for me, I don’t know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing.”
Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?”
"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.
"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few snacks from the cabinet, held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Manual to heal his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and smelled a fresh scent of rice from the tip of his nose.
"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly holding a small pot with a handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his burned fingers.
Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly shown by the other party, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger embarrassingly, "That's what my mother taught me since I was a child."
Luo Bing filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside and handed it to him: "You have suffered an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."
Looking at the other party's catkins, which are whiter and tenderer than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu enviously said: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife who can go into battle with a pair of knives and make soup with bare hands when wearing an apron." Soup."
"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lips and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she bear Song Qingshu's straightforward and enthusiastic praise. Of course, everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
"Is this also called frivolity?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged at this moment, thinking that it would be a replacement for those jokes from the previous life
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever had a heart-stirring night in Chapter 122 (Part 1)?"
"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight now. They dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I have no time to save you; since you don't have the reward Of course, I won't go to your husband either."
Song Qingshu made false threats and said that it is estimated that the people in the palace will know that the members of the Red Flower Society have been rescued in the near future. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.
"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a coy expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."
Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, Xiao Jing from the Shangshan Supervisor came here, feel free to eat them. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, you don't have to You can make some porridge for me, I don’t know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing.”
Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?”
"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.
"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few snacks from the cabinet, held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Manual to heal his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and smelled a fresh scent of rice from the tip of his nose.
"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly holding a small pot with a handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his burned fingers.
Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly shown by the other party, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger embarrassingly, "That's what my mother taught me since I was a child."
Luo Bing filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside and handed it to him: "You have suffered an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."
Looking at the other party's catkins, which are whiter and tenderer than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu enviously said: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife who can go into battle with a pair of knives and make soup with bare hands when wearing an apron." Soup."
"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lips and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she bear Song Qingshu's straightforward and enthusiastic praise. Of course, everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
"Is this also called frivolity?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged at this moment, thinking that it would be a replacement for those jokes from the previous life
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever had a heart-stirring night in Chapter 122 (Part 1)?"
"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight now. They dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I have no time to save you; since you don't have the reward Of course, I won't go to your husband either."
Song Qingshu made false threats and said that it is estimated that the people in the palace will know that the members of the Red Flower Society have been rescued in the near future. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.
"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a coy expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."
Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, Xiao Jing from the Shangshan Supervisor came here, feel free to eat them. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, you don't have to You can make some porridge for me, I don’t know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing.”
Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?”
"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.
"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few snacks from the cabinet, held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Manual to heal his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and smelled a fresh scent of rice from the tip of his nose.
"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly holding a small pot with a handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his burned fingers.
Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly shown by the other party, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger embarrassingly, "That's what my mother taught me since I was a child."
Luo Bing filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside and handed it to him: "You have suffered an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."
Looking at the other party's catkins, which are whiter and tenderer than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu enviously said: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife who can go into battle with a pair of knives and make soup with bare hands when wearing an apron." Soup."
"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lips and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she bear Song Qingshu's straightforward and enthusiastic praise. Of course, everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
"Is this also called frivolity?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged at this moment, thinking that it would be a replacement for those jokes from the previous life
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever had a heart-stirring night in Chapter 122 (Part 1)?"
"Don't go out. After you made a fuss last time, the palace is very tight now. They dare not come in here. If you go out and are caught by them, I have no time to save you; since you don't have the reward Of course, I won't go to your husband either."
Song Qingshu made false threats and said that it is estimated that the people in the palace will know that the members of the Red Flower Society have been rescued in the near future. If Luo Bing goes out and hears something, it will be very bad.
"Yeah." Luo Bing nodded meekly, and suddenly said with a coy expression: "You... do you have anything to eat here? I haven't eaten all day."
Looking at the beautiful woman with an embarrassed expression in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "There are a lot of pastries in it, Xiao Jing from the Shangshan Supervisor came here, feel free to eat them. Oh, by the way, if you don't mind, you don't have to You can make some porridge for me, I don’t know why, after the injury, I especially want to drink that thing.”
Luo Bing was silent for a while, and finally said: "Can this be counted as your request?" Seeing Song Qingshu's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a good deed. But do you have a kitchen here? ?”
"It's next door, but there are no other ingredients except rice. After all, I rarely cook by myself." Seeing the other party smile in front of him for the first time, Song Qingshu lost his mind for a moment.
"Heal your wounds quickly, I'll go make porridge first." Luo Bing picked up a few snacks from the cabinet, held them in his arms, and tiptoed to help him close the door.
Song Qingshu's expression became solemn, and he began to use the Nine Yin Manual to heal his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and smelled a fresh scent of rice from the tip of his nose.
"Are you awake?" Luo Bing walked in slowly holding a small pot with a handkerchief, and after putting it on the table, he couldn't help pinching the earlobe with his burned fingers.
Seeing the young girl's gesture suddenly shown by the other party, Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Is it really effective to pinch the earlobe after being scalded?"
"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Luo Bing put down his finger embarrassingly, "That's what my mother taught me since I was a child."
Luo Bing filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to the bedside and handed it to him: "You have suffered an internal injury, drinking some hot porridge is good for the injury."
Looking at the other party's catkins, which are whiter and tenderer than porcelain bowls, Song Qingshu enviously said: "Fourth Master Wen is really blessed to have such a beautiful and capable wife who can go into battle with a pair of knives and make soup with bare hands when wearing an apron." Soup."
"If you speak frivolously again, don't blame me for being rude." Luo Bing bit her lips and said, she is an ancient woman, how can she bear Song Qingshu's straightforward and enthusiastic praise. Of course, everyone loves to hear beautiful words, and Luo Bing couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
"Is this also called frivolity?" Song Qingshu really felt wronged at this moment, thinking that it would be a replacement for those jokes from the previous life
Taking the porcelain bowl and looking at the steaming porridge inside, Song Qingshu asked strangely: "Do you have any